Demon Slayer Mist Pillar Novels & Stories

“It is time Samnom. You must destroy this room and all in it.” Samnom continued fighting wondering how he could possibly destroy the room. He began to back away from the fighting as his eyes scanned the room for ways to destroy it. Then he saw them. There were pillars at the front and rear entrances of the hall as well as the side entrance. Samnom made his way to the front entrance staying out of sight as more men entered the room. He stood behind a pillar so he was well hidden. Then he tried pushing. Nothing. The pillar was solid. He pushed again. The pillar did not move. Samnom closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He envisioned pushing the pillar over and then, as he exerted all his mig

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Different patterns and sculpture were designed upon the balconies beautifully. "Enough drooling for now. We should get in, shouldn't we?" Irun mocked me and I rolled my eyes at her. The whole walk here she annoyed me with her stupid questions and accusations of me trying to invade their Kingdom despite Roe reminding her what Mydia had said, repeatedly. Apparently, Mydia was an Elf female who could see future sometimes, in glimpses, like the high priest.

It snarled, its red eyes narrowing on her, but she refused to give ground. “Over here, you coward,” she taunted, circling it. “Or is this all you’ve got?” The mist swirled violently, reforming into a larger, more solid shape. Its hands became blades, and its movements grew faster, more precise. “Annabel!” Damian called. “It’s learning.” “I noticed!” she shot back, blocking another strike. Her arms burned from the effort, and every movement felt heavier. The ground beneath them rumbled, and a sudden burst of golden light shot upward from where Elijah knelt. The mist creature screamed, its body convulsing as the light tore into it.

She said closing her eyes, she wanted to pass out but she had to keep her friends in the loop. “So we’re going to have to worry about a few demons trying to do something then?” Misty said shaking her head. “I know we have to worry about Legion, he I think is more powerful then this Victor guy.” She said sitting next to Anabel. “Is there anything else you can tell us that might help?”

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

She pulled a metal orb from her bag and let it drifted away from her. The metal orb turned red and heating up, melting the slime then quickly evaporating it, releasing Tirana. She shook her head to steady herself and she scanned her surroundings. The Mist Lotus was in the vicinity, spreading out dark purple mist on a rooftop in Tirana's ten o'clock. Any Chimeras that passed by the mist immediately dropped dead after few steps.

A fiery trail followed his finger. To move to another world without being summoned, a half-demon would need at least forty sacrifices. Maybe less, but then you wouldn’t be able to maintain the vector. Now, look at the formulae and the parameters: speed, direction, accuracy, safety... I didn’t get a good night’s sleep, but the night was very productive. In the morning, Argadon left, taking the assassin with him, and I went to the barracks, in a very appropriate mood: sleepy, but content.

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

The expanse above us was a gorgeous shade of blue, and if I kept my back to the bruised streaks of violet forcing their way from the south, I could almost forget the impending doom hurtling towards us. "You okay?" Lillith asked, stopping beside me. Her almost waist length hair was down, neatly brushed and pushed back over her shoulders. "Yeah. Tired is all." Tired of running from the Sades and their Shadow Men. Tired of seeing their victories heralded in the darkening sky and the used bodies left in their wake. Tired of missing Nick, of not knowing where he was or if he was even alive anymore and tired of feeling like a pale skinned, violet eyed freak.